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" Good ground," Mr. Grimes said, " Hit gives a man some-
then fer his sweat."

Mr. Munn's knife fell, and he seized the plant.

"Fer his sweat," Mr. Grimes repeated, "ifn a man kin
git a piece of money fer what hit makes."

Mr. Munn straightened slowly up, holding the plant. " By
God," he declared deliberately, weighing the plant in his
hands, " by God, and this year we'll get something."

"I done beared hit said afore," Mr. Grimes said.

They finished the field, except for a few plants at the low
end. One of the negroes was there, still cutting and laying
the plants to wilt. They stood for a moment, Mr. Munn and
Mr. Grimes and the other negro, looking back over the bare
earth. The earth was reddish in colour, and the stobs stuck
up out of it, row after row. They racked up the last plants
that were ready, and the negro climbed on to the wagon.
The wagon moved slowly off across the field toward the
barn, which stood at the head of the rise, a tall, blank, grey,
box-like form against the distant clarity of the horizon. Mr*
Munn and Mr, Grimes began to walk after the wagon.

"Hit's nigh all in now," Mr. Grimes remarked, looking
over the empty field.

"Yes," Mr. Munn said, somewhat shortly.

"A powerful sight of terbacker," Mr. Grimes went on,
"done come ofi that-air ground, one time and anuther. I
set terbacker on that-air ground afore you was born. Hit
growed tfaar afore yore time, and afore mine."

Mr. Munn did not answer. The two men walked along
the edge of the field together until they came to a path that
branched off across the pasture. Mr. Grimes hesitated. "And
hitll be a-growen thar when you and me is dead and gone
to a better land," he declared.

"Good-bye," Mr. Munn said.

"Good-bye," Mr. Grimes replied, and started down the
path across the pasture. He walked with a high-shouldered,
hunching movement, with his small head outthrast M&
Munn, when he got to the edge of the bam lot, looked fad,